Christmastide is winding down and real life is waiting patiently on the doorstep. After Epiphany, we will take the denuded tree out to the woods to compost and turn our attention back to the busy-ness of life. And there is a growing to-do list. Life keeps on going, despite our festal suspension of time.
Diaconate classes have resumed, and there are assignments to be completed. And an ordination celebration to begin planning.
The farmhouse is ready for kitchen and bathroom fixtures to be installed – just as soon as the new floors are in.
Before Christmas, I began designing each of the rooms to maximise space and natural light, and collecting some inspiration. There will be considerable thrifting and building and painting and curtain sewing to be done.
Goats to be bred. Pigs to go to the processor. Seeds to be ordered.
A perpetually neglected workbasket to be seen to.
Curriculum to be compiled or written from scratch from notes jotted hastily on handy bits of paper and filed not-so-carefully in a crate.
New work projects to give time to, some that have been waiting for their time to come for several years. For them, it would appear, the time is now.
How is it, then, that we’ve managed to find the time to be planning space in our bedroom for the bassinet?